Orgasm

Jeremy pinched both her nipples hard—hard enough to make her gasp—then dragged his thumbs in slow circles over the stiff peaks through the soaked fabric. Mom’s breath hitched. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, chasing friction that wasn’t there. "Ah—! S-sir, I—" she stammered, her thighs squeezing together. Jeremy chuckled darkly, flicking a nipple with his tongue, and that’s when Mom’s knees gave out completely. Her back arched as a broken moan tore from her throat, her whole body trembling violently.

Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike—no penetration, no grinding, just the relentless **** on her nipples. The wet patch on her blouse spread further as her breasts jiggled with every shuddering breath. "Woah—!" she whimpered, her nails scraping uselessly against Jeremy’s shoulders. Her legs gave in, Jeremy catching her before she hit the ground.

"Sir! gasp! Thank you for introducing me to 'respect signals'!" Mom panted, her blouse clinging obscenely to her sweat-slicked skin as Jeremy hauled her upright by her hair. Her legs wobbled, toes curling against the hardwood floor—still riding the aftershocks. I'd never seen her like this: pupils blown wide, lips parted around ragged breaths, her usually perfect bun now a tangled mess around Jeremy's fist.

With a grunt, Jeremy hoisted Mom onto the dining table, her ass hitting the polished wood with a thud that made her squeak. Her thighs instinctively spread—whether from lingering pleasure or anticipation, I couldn't tell. A sticky liquid pooled onto the benchtop as she relaxed, trying to cool down.

"You know, I’m suddenly not hungry anymore," Jeremy murmured, tracing the damp waistband of Mom’s shorts. She giggled breathlessly, twisting to face him. "Me neither. Let's go to bed. You can sleep in my room today." She wiggled her hips against the table’s edge, leaving a slick smear behind as she slid off.

As they walked off, Jeremy spoke "One 'respect signal' that Korean women exhibit is their choice of attire, which aims to draw the attention of dominant alpha males." I noticed a spark in Mom's eye, as though an idea had been sown in her mind, poised to flourish in the future.